I don't disapprove of the things you remove

[venta]

The other evening I was sorting out some washing. Oh yes, I know how to live. Thus I ended up doing two of my least favourite domestic tasks.

I don't, in general, enjoy housework. But I appreciate that the floor won't vacuum itself, the rubbish won't walk itself out on the correct day and even - despite much hoping on my part - the flat surfaces won't dust themselves. I have to intervene. Perennially unpopular tasks like scrubbing the toilet are, while not my idea of fun, something I don't mind taking them on. Cleaning the cooker tends to get neglected, but sooner or later one of us will get round to it.

My pet hates are pairing socks, and putting duvets into duvet covers. Sadly, these are coupled with an equal hatred of wearing odd socks, and a fondness for kipping under a king-size duvet. Yes, I know there are various strategies to avoid having to pair socks like clipping them together in the wash (which doesn't work) and buying all-identical socks (which I will do, just as soon as I wear out all the varieties I own). I'm not after helpful ideas, I just want a nice healthy whinge.

If I am ever in the position to afford a small fraction of a cleaner, I'd like them to match my socks into duos and change my bed for me.

Which particular minor household tasks do you hate irrationally ?

Comments

[huskyteer.livejournal.com]

Picking up those foil seals from fruit juice cartons and putting them in the bin, ditto the ones from milk bottles. Why the hell can't my flatmate do it himself after opening them?

Non-flatmate-generated tasks: I hate folding clothes.

[feanelwa.livejournal.com]

As 90% of students know, they weigh twenty tons each. Those of us who possess the superhuman strength to lift them should not oppress the weakling masses by complaining when we find them on the worktop in a puddle of milk, where the poor sap who opened the bottle used his last calorie of strength and collapsed while heaving it inch by exhausting inch to the bin.